Sir then moves around me and gets onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. He summons me over to straddle Him. Eagerly, i get up to obey.

Then real life creeps in and my focus has shifted. I notice He’s still wearing socks, there’s a ‘hate poop’ on the floor from the dogs and my head is out of the game.

He notices the subtle shift in my demeanor as i walk forward and slowly pull His socks off. Asking me what’s up and i explain about the distractions. He points to His erection and sharply says, “Is this the time to be thinking about those things?”

The mood in the room has instantly changed and He is angry. i cast my eyes down to the floor, immediately knowing i just made a HUGE mistake and let my OCD get the better of me.